Monday, April 6, 2015

Tied to the Table

When
I got up this morning, it was a day like any other. I ended up
writing until very late in the evening/morning about anticipation and how it
was driving me crazy. I finally fell asleep around 4am, so I was
working on sleeping in when I realized that I needed to go to the sales meeting
at work. I'd already texted you to let you know you had an email
waiting, and your response to the story was just Soon. No reason to
talk about it anymore knowing that it always circles around to being patient,
so I wish you a great day. I rush through my routine skipping steps
as I go. After getting all of that anticipation out and down on
paper, I feel like I can concentrate a little better. Unfortunately, I am
running late and have a tough day ahead of me.

During
the sales meeting, I get your text about needing a ride from the
shop. I'm looking for any excuse to get out of here early so I'm not
mobbed by people who haven't seen me in months, and groped by
some. I answer with sure and start to work my way out of the office. The
meeting was very hard for me, and I can already feel my spirits lift with the
thought of a little time with you. Once I arrive at the shop, I text you
that I'm here and wait patiently. You let me know that it will just be a
minute longer. Meanwhile, a series of texts start to come
through.

Did
you follow your usual routine this morning?

Shit,
no, not really. I text back Not Exactly.

Smooth?

Yes.

I
might have to see for myself.

I
text Not as smooth as yesterday. But I'm thinking that of course you
would want to see for yourself on the one day in a month I choose to skip
steps. I'm not dwelling on it, as I know how careful I was
yesterday, so I'm still in pretty good shape. Unless you count the
soaking wet panties I'm now sitting in. When I got dressed for work this
morning, I dressed down as to not draw attention from an unwanted source, so
I’m sort of wishing I had a little more lust inspiring outfit on. I doubt
that it matters when the goal is to just take it off anyway. When
you get in the car, it's pleasant conversation as if the texts never even
happened. I take you over to pick up your rental and then we head to
your house. I'm waiting outside for you to come get your stuff out
of my car, when I see you standing at the door. The stuff can fucking
wait, I jump out of the car and run up to you.

When
I come in, I set my stuff down and you appear to be cleaning up a
little. I’m trying to figure out what you are doing as I take my
jacket off. You start by telling me that you've been thinking about
something for a while now, and I notice that you are clearing the dining table
except for a large crystal vase filled with bright flowers. I'm
pretty sure I know where this is going since we talked about it briefly when
you were whispering in my ear one day, willing me to cum. You beckon
me over to the table and stand close behind me while you begin to tell me what
you have been thinking. Your big fucking cock, always making its
presence known, is pressed up hard against my ass and I am already feeling a
change in my own breathing.

I
wrap my hand around your neck and bring you in closer while your hands are
wrapped around me in front. You slowly bend me over the head of the
table. I watch the flowers disappear from my sight as my head gently
comes to rest on the cold hard wooden table. I feel your hands run
down my body spreading my legs to each respective table leg as you tell me that
you want to tie each of my legs to the table legs. Taking a moment to
measure to make sure that with my boots off the table will be at the right
height. You smack my ass hard and my whole body jumps while I cry
out a little and hit my head hard against the table. You ask me if
this sounds good to me as you pull my pants down exposing my wet black lacy
panties. I say a little thank you to the part of me that loves
wearing sexy underwear even if the rest of me is more subdued and reply to you
with yes, please.

I
am pulled up and ordered to take my pants off while you go get your
ties. I am still working on this, when you return with the ties and
drop them on the table to come help me finish with my task. As I
finally get my legs out of my jeans, you pull my panties off and ask me if I
saw the wet spot on them. I lock eyes with you and reply that I
don't need to see it, I can feel it. You grip my shoulders, but I'm
not reading your cue until you ask me to sit on the chair. You pull
out your cock and I immediately put it in my mouth. You grab my head
with both hands and start to thrust. I open wider to let you in
deeper and hear you ask me to suck it like you taught me. I get to
work worshiping your cock the best that I can, getting you nice and wet and
taking you as deep as I possibly can with your gentle guidance. Your
soft moans reveal your approval.

When
you start to speak again, you ask me if I can feel you hardening in my
mouth. I more hum than say yes. You ask me if I remember
in the beginning when I was scared to suck your cock. I don't
answer, but I do take the moment to think back to that time. It's
weird to me now, but I was at one time very intimidated by the
task. You were so very patient and easy with me as I got to know
your cock better and more intimately. When I come back to the here
and now, you want to know if my husband is home, and again I hum my
yes. Going on to say that you want to send me back home with all of
my holes well fucked and hope that I give him a big kiss. Then you
pull out and release my head so we can move over to the table. I
briefly wonder if I have left a wet spot on your leather chair, but don't have
a chance to look as I'm not so gently nudged in the correct direction.

I
stand against the table, and assume the position. I'm not flat
against the table since my legs are slightly longer, and I can see the lips of
my pussy just over the edge of the dark table, against the light background
color. I wish I had a picture. It's such a perfect
expression of what I'm finally going to get after weeks of waiting and just
captures the event completely. The hard and soft of what is about to
come. I continue to take this in while I feel you adjusting each of my
legs and tying them tightly to the table legs. I hear you kick your
shoes off and turn my head so that I can watch you disrobe while I am firmly
tied to the table. Once naked, you move behind me and roughly push me down on
the table.

You
raise my shirt to reveal my ass, and I interrupt you long enough to be able to
pull it off. It's just going to annoy me. I lay back down against
the table and wait for you to begin. I feel your hand move between
my legs and feel for my readiness. My legs are spread, so even though I am wet,
I am drying quickly with the exposure. You aren't wasting anytime
though and work your fucking hard cock into my aching pussy. I immediately
let out a soft moan and you ask if I remember this feeling. I reply
yes and am already panting with the relief that comes with waiting so long for
something that is so sorely needed. Patience is a cold hard bitch, but
possibly worth it in the end.

My
whole body relaxes against the table and I close my eyes to better concentrate
on this moment. There are really no words for the feeling and I can
feel pin pricks of tears sting my eyes. I can hear you tell me how
wet I am and if this is what I've been waiting for. I release a very
soft yes and rub my face against the cool table. You pick up the
pace a little and I can hear the vase of flowers rattle. I wonder if we
might spill the flowers. I reach up with my hands and press them
flat against the table trying to steady myself and the table, pushing myself
back so that I cannot escape your thrusts. You are in the perfect
place and this position is so much better than I could have ever
imagined. I moan letting you know as well that you are hitting the
right place. Asking me if I can feel it, but I can only moan and
whisper soft yeses over and over again, as you are pulling me farther into you
with every thrust. I lift my body from the table and reach back to
take hold of your balls, making sure I run my fingers down the crack of your
ass I do. I hear your soft moans echoing mine now. It's
almost too perfect.

The
pace is becoming agonizingly slow and full. I can still hear you
soft approvals, when I call your name. It's so soft and full of
need.

Jay?

Yes,
baby?

I
want explode just from the tenderness in your voice. It echoes the
care in which you are expertly fucking my pussy, but I need more. I
beg for you to please, fuck me harder.

Both
of our moans get louder as you immediately fuck me harder. The table
shakes again as if it's trying to voice its own approval. I can't
stop whispering yes, and then suddenly I have no more words
left. The pace and the added pressure pushes me to my tip toes and
you push me back down on the table to take it. I hear you ask if
this what I wanted, but I can't even speak it feels so good. My mind
screams fuck yes though, and I feel like you can hear it as
well. You ask if I'm ready to have my ass fucked yet or do I need
you to fuck my pussy some more. Again, I cannot speak and the
question is bittersweet. For one to begin the other must end and
they are both so good.

You
pull out of me suddenly and command me to slide over to the corner of the table
where you are now standing. Asking me to clean you up and taste my
juicy pussy. I take you in and you somehow seem bigger
now. Maybe because of the angle my head is at, it just feels
different. I clean you up and place my hand on your shaft to work it
a little. Just as you pull out of my mouth, I taste your saltiness
dripping from your tip.

You
order me to spread my ass so you can see how wet it is from all of our hard
work. Working yourself in anticipation. You initially
slip in easy enough because I am so very wet, but hit the usual
roadblock. From here, I know it's up to me to let you
in. You push harder and my hand reaches back to your ass to help
pull you closer. I know you like to work it in yourself though and
decide to drop my hand again, being careful not to dig my nails into
you. I am just eager to have you fully in. I hear the
command to relax and I let go a little more, breathing through the
invasion. Willing you to breakthrough. You pull out
quickly and work yourself again while I hold my ass open for your viewing
pleasure. You spit hard onto my ass and I jump in surprise hitting
the table hard with my head. As I do, I contemplate taking my bra
off so I can feel the cold hardness of the table against my
breasts. This thought must relax me, because you push in and easily
pass the last barrier. I never do take my bra off having been totally
sidetracked from the intoxication of your breakthrough.

You
are fucking me nice and slowly allowing us both to enjoy the moment and it
feels so amazing. Calling my name, you ask me what you are
doing.

Fucking
my ass.

Who
gets to do this?

You
do.

And
I am the only one.

It's
very true. I can't imagine allowing anyone else to do this to me,
even though I know I need it now, and some small vulnerable part of me
whispers so only I can hear, a plea for you not to leave
me. Thankfully, you are not done talking to me because I really
can't afford to let that thought linger. It's just too sad for this
moment. You bring me back around to here and now by remarking
how surprised you are that my husband needs lube just to fuck my little pussy and
you are able to fuck my ass without it. I stopped being amazed by
the power you have to make me wet and keep me wet a long time ago.

As
you pick up the pace a little and I grip the table to keep myself from moving
with your thrusts, you ask me how it feels. I reply that it feels
amazing, but somehow it just doesn't cover how you feel to me. You grab
my arms and pull them back to use as your own leverage, leaving me at the mercy
of the table. Dropping your hands down to my wrists, I open and
close my hands digging my nails in my own hands adding to that sweet mixture of
pleasure and pain radiating through my whole body. You let them go again and I
grip the table edges tight as you thrust harder and harder. I feel
like I might just cum myself and the last time I came during anal I couldn't
even hold my own weight up anymore. I can feel the bindings have
fallen so they won't be able to help me. I really, really want to let
go and find my release, but I need to hold on for a little longer.

Your
excitement is growing too, and you pull out for a second. This give
me some relief, but I'm not sure if this means you won't be able to cum in my
ass. I was promised this weeks ago and I want it so badly. I
also know this isn't easy for you and I'm not going to push you. My
need is sated, and at this point, I will gladly do as you
please. Just then you push back in and order me to grab your balls
so I can feel them stiffen when you cum. You don't have to ask me
twice, and I greedily take hold. We are so very close and with just
a few more thrusts, I hear you loudly release fuck several times. I
encourage you myself with a come on baby, you can do this. I am so
excited that I squeeze your balls just a little more and hear you yell again.

Oh
Fuck!! You are going to make me cum!

I
don't feel the warmth of your stream like I did when you came inside of me for
my birthday. But I do feel every ripple of convulsions as they rip
through your body. I squeeze my ass tight to relish in the
quakes. I don't feel this so acutely when you cum in my pussy and it
is intoxicating. It feels like it rips from the tip of your cock to
your legs in waves. You are still having aftershocks as I realize
that I am holding on to your balls for dear life and gently release
them.

You
run your fingertips down the small of my back and sort of massage me as you are
settling down. I left my hand just under your balls when I let them go,
so when you slowly ease out, you leave a path of cum across my
hand. I hear your exit to clean up and I stand up but take my time
to move as I'm not sure what will happen if I do. I’ve never let
someone cum in my ass before…actually I should say never begged someone.
I stand there for a minute, just concentrating on that feeling. Knowing
that I just created a monster that will need to be fed. Once I am steady
and don't need the support of the table, I go to the guest bath to wash my
hands before getting dressed.

Being tied to the table was everything I imagined it would be when you first brought it up and cumming in my ass was a perfect way to top it off. I was left shaken and a little emotional, but I had a ton of stuff that I had been waiting to be worked out with some good fucking sex. During the time it has taken to write this up, I have brushed the hair out of my face a dozen times finding my forehead is covered in bruises. It's the kind of reminder that can't be left from anything but being tied to a table and being well fucked. Thanks!